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standing on the edge of reality
in the grasslands of the African
savanna
I hear the roar of a dream
chasing me in the soaring
humidity
gazing upon the umbrella thorn
my mouth parched thirsting
rain to cool the heat of my
heart's desire
posted for dVerse
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating "roar"
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Nothing louder - or more important - than the roar of a dream.
ReplyDeleteThat is so true De - May we listen to it's mighty roar
DeleteMay the rains come soon!
ReplyDeletethe rain is needed to quench a thirst
DeleteI liked the last stanza about waiting for rain to cool the heat of desire.
ReplyDeleteThanks Frank, some dreams are the true desires of the heart.
DeleteNicely done.
ReplyDeletethank you
DeleteI love that roar of a dream.
ReplyDeleteMe too - it can be loud sometimes.
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ReplyDelete"I hear the roar of a dream"
What a fine notion.
Thank you Ali
DeleteEven though we have shade we still need the quench of thirst. Happy you dropped by to read mine Trudessa
ReplyDeleteMuch✏love
I am familiar with those raring dreams, but not with the umbrella thorn; thank you for the photo, what a stunning tree. I love the ‘oar’ sounds in the middle stanza.
ReplyDeleteHi Truedessa - wonderful exposition of the African savannah ... and lack of rain ... while the 'roar' of nature can so easily evoke - cheers Hilary
ReplyDelete"The roar of a dream" - makes me think of the lions, struggling to survive in that savanna they once ruled.
ReplyDeleteOh .. the roar of a dream, what a lovely thought
ReplyDeleteThat is one mighty dream. Hopefully the rains come soon.
ReplyDeleteNicely done. Yes, western silly superstitions feed the, of course, ineffectual "bless you" after sneezes.
ReplyDeleteNice!
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